All language subtitles for Garrows Law.HD.S01E02.Eng

I will be an Old Bailey barrister.

I have both to serve me? You are
instructed. This goes very well.

Who is this? William Garrow.

Court shall rise!

Two hangings before lunch.
I recommend the broth.

And I recommend you read your brief,
again.

Guilty. No! No!

I will pay for Mr Garrow.

This young woman may be executed
in consequence of your evidence.
Will you not venture to recall?

My husband would consider my
participation in this an infidelity.

Not guilty.

Hurry up with that!

The prosecutor is a gentleman...

I've read the brief.
..Of Cavendish Square!

Julius Champion Crespigny.
Pronounced Crapeney.

What I mean to say is, be careful.

You are not invulnerable, William.

And how will I defend William
Haywood? Indeed, how will you?

He shall not speak
and I shall not call witnesses.

He shall be innocent
until proven otherwise.

Mr Crespigny shall have to
prove guilt.

And with my assistance, he shall not.

William Haywood was indicted
for stealing, on 21st August last,

one pair of plated chariot harness,
valued ten shillings,

the property of William
Champion Crespigny Esquire.

How do you plead? Not guilty, sir.

Call William Crespigny!

I think he said he'd meet us
in an hour.

Oh! Maria!

Some assistance here!

For God's sake, some assistance!

Mr Haywood was my coachman
a very few months.

He quitted it the 12th of August.

I paid him his wages
and went to the country.

After I had been in Berkshire three
or four weeks,

I wrote to town for the old harness
and it did not come.

Why write for the old harness,
Mr Crespigny? I required it.

I see. And you have two coaches?

I have one. Ah, well...
I am indeed sorry for that.

Mr Garrow!

Sir, but one coach and you required,
all of a sudden, two harnesses?

Am I at fault for requiring
my property?

Was the old harness laid by
as unserviceable?

I knew it was useful
but might want repair.

Then if not unserviceable, unusable,
but still you wrote for it?

I am not at fault for that.
Did it have a sentimental attachment?

It pained you to be separate from it?

Is that your only fault?
You loved it too well? My Lord.

You will not mock me, sir!
Mr Garrow.

Address yourself to the evidence
and how to disprove it.

When this coachman was engaged,
did you make a bargain with him?

I did, of course. Good.

And I will trouble you to state it.

I believe, at first,
he asked for 26 guineas.

I do not recollect.
This will be very important.

I'm afraid I must trouble you
to tax your recollection.

I believe, in the end,
the standing wages agreed

were to be 22 guineas,
together with other articles.

Yes.

Yes! Yes.

Now we do make progress.
I cannot say.

Do you recollect whether he was
to have the old wheels and the
old harnesses to make up the sum?

I never allowed old wheels
and old harnesses to any coachman!

Well, then, explain to me what those
articles were that were to make up
the 22 guineas to be 26 guineas?

I believe...

I believe I paid him 25 guinea.

I do not have such a minute
recollection. A few moments ago,
you recollected it perfectly.

Now you'll guess away
a man's liberty. 25 guineas.

I understood you.

The agreement
was 22 guineas a year wages.

But what other agreements
did you make besides?

I believe there were...boots
and breeches and...a number of...

a number of etceteras that the
coachmen generally have. Etceteras?

Etceteras?

An old harness in want of repair,
perhaps?

Under the pretence of my giving it
to him, he took the plated
harness out of my stable.

Upon this man being discharged,
did he, by your desire,

deliver you an inventory
of the things in the stable?

He did. Good. Do you have the
inventory? Of course I have not. Ah.

What if I was to tell you
the old harness is not listed in it.

Impossible! And if I have here
the inventory that proves it?

My Lord, this is improper.

Mr Garrow,

are you attempting
to introduce new evidence?

My Lord, I'm merely introducing
the face of Mr Crespigny
to the jury at this moment.

It is my fervent wish
that they mark it.

Mr Garrow, I will not have
such tricks in my court.

My Lord, I apologise for the creation
of such a misleading impression.

But I cannot best Mr Crespigny,
who stands before me,
in the way of that vice.

Mr Crespigny,

I believe that at the time you
parted, you were in considerable
displeasure with this man.

I was.

And how it shows still.

How it shows.

No more questions, my Lord.

Who would you call now,
Mr Silvester?

The shaking servant
still in the gentleman's employment?

I call...

Benjamin Weaver,
servant to Mr Crespigny.

LAUGHTER

JUDGE BANGS GAVEL

Thank you, Mr Garrow.
..Mr Southouse. You're welcome.

You attract some attention,
Mr Garrow.

You will introduce yourself, sir?
Thomas Rawlings,
from the London Gazette. I see.

He came for a murder but all
he has today is a diary item that
a defence counsel was witty!

Come. Witty, fierce and merciless.

You think so? I think the coffee
house a better engagement than this.

Mr Garrow, do you seek to change
the nature of the trial?

Are the lawyers and not the judges
to turn events now?

The defence of the individual
against the power of the state.

The rights of defendants
against the rights of those
who seek to prosecute them.

Come away. You are not a pamphlet.
But he solicits my views.

Let your vanity be in the interests
of your clients.

Not in the interests of yourself.

You are envious.

You are careless.

Are the judges to read in the
London newspapers that you intend
to take control of their courtroom?

That can happen case by case.

It does not require you
to become famous.

Mr Silvester. What do you think
of Mr Garrow's speaking?

I think it is like a racehorse -

runs fast
because it carries a feather.

You are even lighter because
you carry no convictions at all.

Mr Garrow, can you expand more
on the defence of the individual
against the power of the state?

Have a care, sir!

Oh!

Agh! Oh!

Help me!

To attack unsuspecting women
with SUCH a weapon

is a crime rendered
still more atrocious

by the savage delight he enjoys
in the terror, pain

and distress of the lovely victim.

Elegant and attractive women,
almost without exception.

Gentlemen,
I will open a subscription

to raise a reward of £100.

CHEERS AND APPLAUSE
50! £50...

for the arrest of such
a vile person

and a further 50 upon conviction.
CHEERS AND APPLAUSE

Sir. Sir.

A journalist from my own newspaper.

I can't think I pay him well enough
to subscribe to this reward.

LAUGHTER

Sir, I wondered,
is there not the danger that...

Danger, sir?

..that this may lead to
the apprehension of innocent men.

Innocent men may be inconvenienced.

Innocent WOMEN will be saved.

Thank you, sir. Very good, sir.
I will quote you directly.

And at length.

APPLAUSE

I'll see you in the chambers.

KNOCK AT DOOR

Lady Sarah. Mr Garrow.

You wish to pay me?

Your guinea fee for our defence
of Elizabeth Jarvis.

You should make payment
to Mr Southouse.
He will then make payment to myself.

I see. He didn't explain this?

Yes, I do recollect now.
It's of no matter.

You did not...tremble as you made
your way here? Why would that be so?

The monster, the sanguinary terror.

Ladies are now having copper
petticoats fitted to protect them.

Yes, I thought you did enter
with a very decided gait.

The only metal in my petticoats
are in my stays, Mr Garrow.

Then you're not enthralled to this
new fever? No, I have not that fever.

Yet I have to find my husband. I
was not to go out unless in company.

Yet here you are and not in danger.

I'll go to Milk St and Mr Southouse
to make rightful payment there.

Sarah.

You're not so mistaken
about your errand here.

Judge Buller. You can assure me
that when this monster is caught
he can be hung?

So that you may assure the public?
That wouldn't just be politic. It
would be reasonable, would it not?

It's a question of finding the right
indictment that will see him hang.

It's been difficult
but I find we are indebted
to the sixth act of George I.

The cutting of cloth?

Felony. Introduced in 1721 to
redress the issue of English weavers

slashing garments made of cloths
from India.

What has this to do
with the monster?

Our monster does not murder.

And common assault, even with intent
to maim or kill, is a misdemeanour.

But this, this cutting of cloth,
is a felony -

punishable by hanging.

If a bad law will becalm London,
we must have it.

I hear there are calls
for a permanent police patrol
in light of the monster?

That would be very expensive
for the Treasury.

The Home Secretary
will be most grateful to you.

Miss Ann Porter is down there, sir.

He came upon me like a madman

and suddenly I found myself brought
down into a most indelicate position.

On your hands and knees?

I had more regard for decorum
than my wellbeing.

I'm sorry to have to make you
revisit your most foul ordeal

but it's merely my way
of cataloguing the man's crimes

and so build up a body of evidence
against him.

And will news of my welfare
appear in your newspapers?

With all the other victims
of this most aggrieved city,

Miss Porter.

I see.

One further question, if I may.

Certainly.

The wound, it heals now?

Thankfully so. And...

anatomically...

the thigh or...higher up?

Higher up, sir.

Higher up.

You bear it most courageously.

I asked you not venture out
unaccompanied.

I had no wish to have Mrs Browning
as my companion.

You wish a monster keep you company?

Then should I stay at home,
employed at my needle and thread?

Arthur,
I'm not strung high as a violin,

screaming at gusts of wind.
I have never been.

That is why I didn't engage you
at the Old Bailey.

I made you a guest of Judge Buller
to serve both of us.

But your welfare to me
is not your progress...

..it's your safety.

Maria, this is too much to bear!

To be out in public again? No.
What, then? That man, that man there!

You know him? Yes, I know him.
I recognise him.

That man is the monster! He is
the monster that did attack me!

Stop!

It is nine o'clock in the morning.

Your son was arrested
yesterday afternoon. Yes, sir.

I am therefore obviously not
the first attorney
whose assistance you have sought?

No. No, sir.

This morning, your son
is the most unpopular man in London.

No other attorney
has wish to represent the Monster.

He is not the Monster.

He has alibis for each occasion?

He is not the Monster
because he is my son.

A mother knows what her son
may be capable of and while Renwick
may be many things, sir, he...

What kind of things?

I did read that 22 women were
called to the magistrates in total.

Half of them claiming Renwick
bore a resemblance to their attacker
but not able to swear to it.

And the other half
unable to do either, sir.

So, pray, what would that tell you?

That you neglect your mathematics,
madam.

There was one who did swear to it,
a Miss Ann Porter.

But the numbers are good enough
for me.

Let us hope it is good enough
for counsel.

I have heard of a Mr Garrow.
Oh, I am sure of that.

"Monster At Bay?"

God is merciful. Hmm.

Not to those other poor wretches
wrongly accused and brought up
before the magistrate.

They have him now, for certain.
Renwick Williams, 23,

native of Wales, no doubt,
and an artificial flower maker.

Hardly an occupation for a monster
but at least he be not an Englishman.

Will this be an end to your
agitation? I agitate for London.

Well, the press reports
from the magistrates' court
have thankfully been extensive.

And it appears there is
only one indictment,

which is "Wilfully and maliciously
cutting Ann Porter's cloak,
gowns, stays, petticoat and shift."

Injuries to buttocks or thighs?
Disregarded.

This indictment of cutting clothes
is surely not a felony?

You should know your law
better than I.

I can plead a case,
do not expect more.

They wouldn't dare make
the Monster's crimes
a mere misdemeanour.

In London's fever,
that would cause outrage.

So in the cutting of clothes
they have found a felony. How so?

They've dug up an obscure
and very perverse statute from 1721.

I cut to the flesh,
it's only pillory or prison

but if I merely cut cloth,
I will hang.

Strange in fact...

BOTH: But true in law!

You will take the brief.

Visit him in Newgate.

It is worth, surely, that?

In London's eye, you are a beast,
a creature beyond the pale.

What I learned from Mr Southouse
and what London must also know
is that you are... Respectable?

A man who makes his way in society
happily and modestly.

My son was in the theatre, a
violinist and teacher of dance also.

I myself dance like the movements
of heavy cavalry

but the opportunities it gave me,

to guide the movements
of the limbs of high-born maidens.

He has played violin
in theatre orchestras.

Renwick, you will tell them
of your musical gifts.

I screeched a living with my bow
until the orchestra pits of London

swooned with the smell of the drink
I'd taken.

I beg your pardon.

What I mean to say
is that I possessed a spirit

of such effervescent gaiety

the trammels of art
were just too much of a confinement.

Mother, is that some improvement?
Are you the Monster?

Good. A man as direct as myself.

Then oblige me with a direct answer.
Mr Garrow, I cannot lie.

I am a man who does indeed
go after women.

I lay siege to them -
in restaurants,

dancing parlours, assembly rooms.

And if I am lucky, they will allow me
to lay into expenses for them.

And if I am very lucky,
they will allow me to lay...

Renwick, you must stop this now!

He has settled
in a permanent position now.

He is a flower maker. He has put
the habits of the past behind him.

In defence of me, there is no-one
more vociferous or loyal.

Do you think you can summon up such
a feat of conviction, Mr Garrow?

If he is not the Monster,
he certainly enjoys his monstrosity.

But surely you can plead a case?

I can already conjure up
what the prosecution will say -
he's a lecherous libertine.

So you will not take this case
because you think you may lose it?
I cannot well defend it.

Your rising reputation no match
for the grime attached to his name?

Huh! How does a man bound for Hell
propel you?

Justice is not applause.
Approval is not the law!

I cannot do what is not in my heart.

You were called to the bar. They
did not announce your heart there!

Your business done here, gentlemen?

It seems the business of one
gentleman here is certainly done.

I have refused
to defend the Monster.

From conscience?

If you would listen to Mr Southouse
you wouldn't venture
that I am troubled by morals here.

It is not a popular cause. You think
me impressed with my popularity?

It must be a true novelty to you.

I find I do like approval.

I have no parents alive
who might do the approving.

I am sorry for that

but you may be sorry
if you do not fulfil your duty.

But Sarah, win the case
and I will not be thanked for it.

Lose it and I will be remembered
as the Monster's apologist.

If Mr Williams does not have
representation and is hung,

that will not be a trial
but simply a lynching.

Gentlemen...

Mr Silvester... If I take a fee from
the Monster, I may never get another.

Has Mr Garrow already refused it?
Mmm.

Finally he understands how discretion
is the better part of valour.

Or is it that you will only
defend those that will add
to the sum of your goodness?

There we have it! Garrow,
not the reforming revolutionary

but an insufferable hypocrite!

LAUGHTER

Mr Angerstein? Afternoon.

Forgive me.

John Julius Angerstein.

I see you take my publication.

A man of judgement in all things,
I hope. We have business, sir?

The Monster is your client.

I would venture there isn't
a respectable attorney in London

who would wish to receive a guinea
to defend his crimes.

Therefore I am not
a respectable attorney, sir?

I am sure that is something
I could persuade you to remedy.

This comes from what, sir? That
you fear I have lost my moral sense,

or that representation
may mean success?

Do you wish the man success?

I wish him the chance
to plead his case.

And you have counsel engaged in this?

Of course.

You take my newspaper, Mr Southouse.

Beware, it may take you.

Sir, his mother engages me

and I am very fond of his mother.

I believe her.

It's the Monster's mother.

That's the Monster's mother!

PEOPLE SHOUT

Leave her alone!

I hope he starves and rots!

Madam,
I am sorry that you endure this.

I would rather you defend my son
than myself, sir.

I will happily lose a basket
but not so happily my son's life.

Your colleagues at the flower
factory, they will attest to your
attendance on the day of the attack?

There is an hour they will not
be able to account for. An hour?

It is thirsty work there. I see. The
name of the inn you did frequent?

Several. And witnesses there
who will attest to your character?

Have we dispensed with alibi?
Yes, I think we have. My character?

To show that what you are accused
of is inconsistent with who you are.

I am sure there are some
who would say that I am a man
normal in my appetites.

Mother, your attendance here
is a credit to you

but it's not really necessary.

If there are ladies who will appear
in court for you,
then you must inform Mr Garrow.

Mother... You must do so!
They are prostitutes.

They are the ladies
of my acquaintance.

And less apt to judgment
on my station or my manners.

Very welcoming. I bring these men
here to save you, Renwick.

Please give them the incentive
to do it

and please, do not deprive me of
the incentive to wish it! Mother...

it may be that you should not
let me detain you.

How can you speak to me so?

Half my life
you have watched me disappoint you

and worn a brave face through it.

Perhaps you should not trouble
yourself so painfully any more.

But you did not do it!
You are not the Monster!

Alas, I am a very good fit.

You have a mother, Mr Garrow?

No.

It is my good fortune

and her hell.

You are not sentenced yet.

Then let us go to it.

The ladies of your acquaintance,
you mentioned that they were less
apt to judgment on your station

or your manners.
Less apt than who, Mr Williams?

Than that bitch.

What person do you refer to?

Ann Porter. He knew her already,
did you not? Oh, yes.

Why would she not let me seduce her?

No alibi, character witnesses
from a bawdy-house
and a motive to harm Ann Porter.

Good God,
we will never earn our guineas here.

In none of these newspaper accounts
does Ann Porter suggest

that Renwick Williams
was previously known to her.

You look to the newspapers for the
preparation of your defence? We have
no other intelligence.

Angus Dean's journals only further
the case for the prosecution.

You will find nothing
to encourage you here.

And your hands will be black
with newsprint.

Good day.

I find I like Renwick Williams
a little more.

It's not surprising. How so?

He's wayward.

Outspoken.

Rude, belligerent,
and an enemy unto himself.

Do you suggest...?

The likeness is remarkable.

Mr Angerstein.

A runner has just informed me
that the monster struck again.

Another woman attacked
and he was called to her assistance

and it appears it was in the very
way the monster goes about his work.

Did this new victim make complaint?

At the magistrates' court.
Nowhere else reported?

I've enlisted the runner as a source
of information for a guinea or two.

You will not report this.

On the eve of the trial,
such a revelation.

Would create unnecessary alarm.

And divert attention from the crimes
of a man already identified.

Would you wish Renwick Williams to go
free because a woman yesterday
made complaint which we print?

There is the danger that another
newspaper may find themselves privy

to this information and not feel
quite so...delicate about it.

And there is a danger that you will
be in want of employment
if you press the matter.

KNOCK AT DOOR

The trial of this monster
begins tomorrow.

And?

I thought to accompany you.

There will be some uproar there.

Do you wish to stop up my ears
from the oaths?

Stand fast as the mob
invade the bench in their frenzy
and overcome me?

Judge Buller will be the man
for that.

He will throw his arms about you.

That is a thought not to be born.

What would be your purpose?
I merely wish to observe the trial
that is the talk of London.

Such frivolity from one
so steeped in higher matters.

Together we could observe,
and then...

we could...

engage about it.

You wish to engage me?

It is my only wish.

Mr Garrow. Mr Williams.
You're in want of more information.

I merely thought
you may wish some company.

You did bring some, then?

What's that? As you do not appear
to be in possession of a small waist
or dainty feet yourself.

HE LAUGHS

Am I to be hung tomorrow?

Well, I must be honest with you,
the whole of London
has its hands on the rope.

But if the law does its duty
and I'm allowed to do mine, I think
we may overcome the prosecution.

And then you will save me
from damnation?

From death perhaps, but
in life I think you are hopeless.

Your hands are black as the devil.

Yes. Newsprint.

THEY ALL MURMUR

Oh, my God, who does rampage now
through our streets
wielding his terrible weapon?

Oh, it's Garrow's infallibility
let loose upon us all.

Renwick Williams was indicted for...

SHOUTING

..unlawfully, wilfully,
maliciously and erroneously
make an assault on Ann Porter.

You no longer find favour
with the public gallery, Mr Garrow.

Take care. Has humanity taken flight
from this damn place?

To whit - one silk gown
valued 20 shillings.

A pair of stays
valued five shillings...

You who slaver like dogs
at the sight of a bone.

LOUD SHOUTING

Silk petticoat, value five shillings.

Newgate is a haven of a civilisation
in comparison to this dog's kennel.

..Against this form of the statute
and against the king's peace.

Mother!
SHOUTING

Animal! Animal!

I did warn you.
It's never a most congenial place.

And Renwick too infamous
to expect fairness.

I must return.

From your poster, Mr Angerstein.

The monster is
generally described as 6 feet high,
thin made, thin visaged,

full eyes, large nose
and is marked with the smallpox
upon his cheekbones.

Now look, if you will,
at the appearance of Mr Williams.

5 feet 6, round-faced
and no sign of smallpox.

Men such as these are capable
of fiendish cleverness.

What, to gain six inches in height?

You have invested a great part
of your energy and reputation
in this case.

Well, I thought I was fortunate
enough to be able to exert
some influence on the outcome.

You mean that your efforts
would help to furnish arrest
and conviction?

I would think it be the hope
of anyone in London
to see such a conclusion.

And is it not the case that
what you would settle for

as the conclusion is the arrest
and conviction of any man
who might fit this sorry position?

And in Renwick Williams,
you think you had found him
and the matter over and done.

In all this, I wished merely
to save young women from the danger.

I have here a collection
of interviews

you conducted with the victims
of the monster and were published
in your own newspaper.

The interviews were conducted
under the general title,
"An authentic account..."

"..of the barbarities lately
practised by the monster."

And you do recognise them
as your own? I do. Good.

Why did you note the dress
and appearance of the victims
that you interviewed?

Well, I thought a description
of each of the fair victims

to be interesting.

"May 12th, the victim is young,
below the middle size
with blue eyes that do allure.

"Pale, soft skin, fine teeth,
delicate and pretty."
Do you recognise her?

Mary Forster.

And another. "June 6th.

"Young, about or rather below
the middle size, shiny black hair,

"black eyes, full lips, a dainty
waist, an agreeable countenance
and, again, very, very pretty."

That's Rebecca Godfrey.

What a noble opportunity presented
to be able to sympathise
with those beautiful women, yes?

To sympathise, certainly,
but also to obtain information.

And provide a good excuse
to visit them repeatedly.

You will not imply...
If only further to display your
sympathy and want of information.

It seems, sir, that you wish to save
handsome young ladies from danger,

if only to put them in the
way of another -

yourself.

LAUGHTER
No further questions, my Lord.

Thank you, sir.

Call Surgeon Tompkins.

The case goes better, madam.
Decidedly so. Come.

The wound, Surgeon Tompkins -
can you tell me of its appearance?

Er, four or five inches long.

Its middle part had penetrated
the skin to a depth of an inch or so.

A wound, in your view,
only rendered by a sharp instrument?

Most certainly.

And but for the bow of the stays,
the wound might have penetrated
the abdomen.

If not for the bow of the stays,
this may have been a murder.

And the brave Miss Porter,
that did suffer such trauma,

is she fortunate still to be living?
Oh, yes.

Your witness, Mr Garrow.

Murder, you say, intent to kill?

Or at least maim.

Excellent.

No further questions, my Lord.

It seems that Mr Garrow knows more of
his law than we at first supposed.

Call Ann Porter.

Do you swear
that you shall present the truth,

the whole truth and nothing
but the truth, so help you God?

I do.

Miss Porter,

you can identify the man who maimed
and abused you so cruelly?

I can.

And if it is not too much to bear,

I wonder if you would venture
to do so.

SHOUTING AND MURMURING

Miss Porter, may I commend you
for the grace and valour with which
you have appeared here today?

I am aware of the great
attention which has fallen on me,

but I merely wish to do my duty
as a prosecutor, sir,

even with the eyes of London
upon me.

Especially with the eyes of London
upon me.

No more questions.

I was not aware
that you had asked any.

Miss Porter?

You will forgive me, Miss Porter,
if any of my questions
might confuse or dismay you.

I can assure you that no man in
this court may sympathise more
with your sufferings than I.

But firstly, I must insist, my Lord
the judge, that her veil be removed.

I cannot bear to have the wretch
stare upon me or look upon him!

My Lord, I ask the veil be removed
so the jury may see

how my questions demand a truth that
cannot simply come from speech but
from the colours of a female cheek.

Miss Porter,

you will remove the veil.

Can you describe what your assailant
was wearing on
the day you were attacked?

A tight-fit coat. Oh,
it's a tight-fit coat today, is it?

Can you explain why you told the
magistrate that it was a greatcoat,
a surtout?

I was confused.
May it have something to do
with the fact that a runner,

having searched
Mr Williams' lodgings, found
no greatcoat, as you had sworn it,

but a tightcoat, and now
conveniently you concur with that?

He came upon me suddenly! I was...

SHOUTING
I was mesmerised by the knife
before me. Oh, the wretch!

What words did your assailant
speak to you
on the night you were attacked?

Insults. Such as?

I cannot bear to recall
such obscene and gross...

Bear it, madam. I will not!
Blast your eyes, you damned bitch!

Shame, sir! Mr Garrow!

Beg your pardon, my Lord.

I am merely quoting what comes
from the magistrate's committal.

"Blast your eyes, you damned bitch.

"I will take a particular pleasure
in murdering you and drowning you
in your own blood."

You do recall recalling that? I have
tried to put it out of my mind.

How would you describe
your state of mind
in the minutes after your attack?

It must have been the
most terrifying experience.

I was insensible with fear.

But not so insensible
that you could provide a thorough
description of your attacker

and identify Mr Williams here.

However agitated I might be,
I should have always known him.

His features are more impressed
on my recollection than that
of my most intimate friends.

And because you were previously
acquainted with him.

Not acquainted but accosted, sir.

You will tell the court
what passed between you.

He had attempted to seduce you.

It is too dreadful to recall.

Then you did
at least rebuff his advances.

I did disdain him most definitely.
How so?

I called him a shop man, a wretch

and a scoundrel.
And he did further insult you?

He did. How so?

No. No?

Will you answer the question,
Miss Porter?

Precisely what the insult was.

"Blast your eyes, you damned bitch.

"I will take a particular
pleasure in murdering you

"and drowning you
in your own blood."

It is very familiar.

I put it to you, Miss Porter,

that on that occasion,
Mr Williams did insult you

most scandalously and indecently
but there was never another one.
Am I to be insulted again?!

I put it to you that for those
insults, you determined never
to forgive him and to gain revenge.

You seek revenge by portraying
Mr Williams as the monster
and the man who cut you.

Madam, your agitation seems to occur
at the most convenient time.

Withdraw, sir. ..My Lord, I ask you
to bring my learned friend to order.

Very well. Mr Garrow, do not
insult the witness. Very well.

Miss Porter, I accept that you were
indeed attacked and cruelly used...

..but not by this prisoner.

Behold him, Miss Porter.

A man it is easy to accuse, in
that he is an unsympathetic figure,

his position in society
generally despised,

his social habits
far from respectable.

But does he deserve this accusation
and the death it may bring him?

Does he deserve the way
you have set your eyes upon him? He
should not have set them upon me!

That is your answer?

Now we do most certainly
have your answer.

You do hide your own iniquity.

No more questions, my Lord.

The court will adjourn.

The court shall rise.

My chambers.

Scheming, swooning, irrational.

She acts like a defective man.

And Garrow a heartless one.
Well, she deserves no-one's pity
or admiration.

Who's the real hater of women,
the monster or his counsel?

Judge Buller awaits me.

This prosecution fails.

Mr Garrow has... The court is yours,
it's not Garrow's.

My duty is to give advice
as to the law, as to proof.

Williams's conviction may answer
your difficulties in Parliament,
but this jury may not even convict.

Well then, it is your duty to direct
the jury to see it favourably.

Mr Garrow?

Lady Sarah.

You're alone. Sir Arthur
did need the ear of Judge Buller.

In this case. I fear he does not
attend him for entertainment.

Ah, I think the jury may yet acquit.

If the judge does turn their
attention to the law
and away from the hue and cry.

The judge will not.

I think we may be in want of one
very particular law, Mr Southouse.

Indeed.

Gentlemen.

The attack on Miss Porter
is not in dispute.

Her identification of her attacker,
absolute.

And the motive of the prisoner,
apparent.

As for his alibi,
that's barely credible
and certainly not convincing.

This is a man who had previously
waylaid Miss Porter with lewd intent

and when these intentions
were frustrated,
threatened her most violently.

You have before you an opportunity
to remove this foul potential

from the streets of London
and restore peace of mind
to its gentlewomen.

I trust you will do your duty
by them.

You will consider your verdict.

You have reached a verdict?

We have.

How do you find the prisoner?
Guilty or not guilty?

Guilty. Damn the lot of you!

This is a lynching, not a trial.

Renwick Williams, you've been found
guilty of the indictment.

The sentence I pronounce upon you...
My Lord! ..is that you be...

My Lord, I submit my client
has been wrongly indicted
and that any sentence be respited.

You're a little late in the day,
Mr Garrow. My Lord,
if you will allow me.

Mr Silvester.

My Lord. Very well, I will hear you.

In 1721, certain weavers who were
objecting to the importation
of Indian fashions

purchased in preference to theirs
poured aqua fortis onto the clothes
of people wearing those fashions.

To stop these outrages, it was made
a felony punishable by hanging
to assault any persons

in the public streets with intent
to tear, spoil, burn, deface or
cut the garments of such persons.

My Lord,
the clothes of my client were cut.

But, my Lord, you did accept
the evidence of Ann Porter,

who quotes my client
as wishing to murder her.

You did hear and accept
the testimony of the wounds
to her flesh.

This surely would prove by my client
an intent to maim or kill, which is
a misdemeanour. A misdemeanour?!

Strange in fact, but true in law,
therefore, therefore...

Mr Williams should face a retrial
for the minor offence

for the misdemeanour of wilfully
and maliciously cutting Ann Porter
with intent to maim and kill her.

It was, of course, impossible for
him to strike Miss Porter's person

without...cutting the clothes.

Unless he did in fact...

cut the clothes in order to get
to the flesh underneath.

It's an ancient statute.

Indictment is indeed debatable.

I shall reserve the case
for the 12 judges of England.

Sentence is respited until then.

What does this mean?
You'll at least not hang.

Why did you come here?

I was sent here. By whom?

You wish only to engage me.

In what, sir?
Certainly not the truth.

The Home Secretary sent me.

In all this, I wanted nothing more
than the safety of this city.

It was a weak law to try a man's
life with. All law is weak if men
can bend it to their will.

I did not succeed there.
Mr Garrow was very persuasive.

Mr Garrow saved
an innocent man's life.

Lady Sarah.

Neither the Old Bailey or I
can detain you further?

I'm already detained by you, sir.

It's injustice
that quickens your heart?

Dear Will.

You are mistaken in that.

Mr Rawlings.

"A foul attack -
monster still infects the streets."

Tomorrow's edition.

But this is the Times,
not the Gazette.

Angerstein would not allow it.
The Times are very happy
to employ me with it.

Three more attacks, identical,
all committed during
Williams' incarceration.

You come with this now? This would
have served justice during the
trial, not after it.

My position is only now just secured.

So you are safely in your new
employment while Williams still rots
in Newgate!

I'm afraid there is more. The runners
have a man for the crimes.

I would happily lay my hands on you,
Rawlings.

But I will instead shake the hand
of my client. Come, William.

..which should prove to be
a most welcome occasion.

And I shall be even happier
to tell his mother.

Indeed, Mr Southouse.

Gentlemen, it appears
the rough court of Newgate

has given its own verdict here.

Madam. My profound sorrow.

And your son
now proven an innocent man.

An innocent man
should be a free one.

And living.

I would offer her consolation
in prayer.

But God will not change the law.

You think him not guilty?
I defended her as best I could.

Mr Forrester, still filling
your pockets with blood money?

Many in the house hope you will
lose. You overestimate
Mr Garrow's influence.

How much would a criminal pay?
I wouldn't know.

You are ill-prepared.